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Those were the first thoughts that entered my head. It might sound somewhat cliché, but it’s the truth.

How long has it been since Jail’s attack? A week? A month? I honestly had no idea.

Slowly, I open my eyes, though I noted that one of them feels off. The blank white ceiling of the hospital greeted me, telling me where am I and what that sound was. Sure enough, next to my bed, there’s an EKG machine. The nurses are probably alerted of my awakening by now.

I tried to sit up to take a better look around the room, but it was an arduous task. My entire body feels lethargic, and somehow I can’t really sense my arms. Sure they’re there, but it’s as if there are no sensations, no feelings there.

I received my answer when I tried to do a diagnosis scan. Not only had both of my arms and my right one were replaced with cybernetics, my Linker Core was severely damage, and it would took a while for it to recover. Thankfully, the equation for the Infinity Library search engine was still running, even though there’s no power behind it.

Huh. Somehow I’m not surprised. A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. How ironic. In trying to prove my worth, I ended up being even more useless than before.

Those were the first thoughts that entered my head. It might sound somewhat cliché, but it’s the truth.

How long has it been since Jail’s attack? A week? A month? I honestly had no idea.

Slowly, I open my eyes, though I noted that one of them feels off. The blank white ceiling of the hospital greeted me, telling me where am I and what that sound was. Sure enough, next to my bed, there’s an EKG machine. The nurses are probably alerted of my awakening by now.

I tried to sit up to take a better look around the room, but it was an arduous task. My entire body feels lethargic, and somehow I can’t really sense my arms. Sure they’re there, but it’s as if there are no sensations, no feelings there.

I received my answer when I tried to do a diagnosis scan. Not only had both of my arms and my right one were replaced with cybernetics, my Linker Core was severely damage, and it would took a while for it to recover. Thankfully, the equation for the Infinity Library search engine was still running, even though there’s no power behind it.

Huh. Somehow I’m not surprised. A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. How ironic. In trying to prove my worth, I ended up being even more useless than before.

Project Eden (I dubbed it the harem project!)
(Canon Character involved: Teana, Subaru, Fate?)
> People have been disappearing from Midchilda
> While girls start appear in a world called Happiville
> TSAB got suspicious so they sent in Teana
> Who unfortunately fall into a trap.
> A girl who suspiciously looked like Teana appear on Happiville.
> Subaru go in rescue Teana and to find out the truth.

Enemy is not combat mage (zero skill in combat) but a S-rank memory Mage who can manipulate memories.
His goal: To built a Harem. To make a world a happier place by giving everybody modified memories...

There are only a handful of males in Eden...(All are involved in Project Eden)

Spoiler for OC villain:

"All these Happy stuff is making me sick... time to fill the land with blood and darken the sky with smoke! Just like the good old days!"
An OC villain...from Belkan Age, since he is powered by Despair... He is nearly god-like during Belkan Age....that is before he is sealed away.

Come to modern era, his power level dropped really drastic (Thanks to the effort of TSAB and the Church.... there too much happy stuff....).

He is responsible for most of the crap that is happen in my Fan-verse.

(Basically served as the Big Bad/ main villain for my fanfic).

> He is a ghost and can't be killed.....again. (because Belkan war wiped out magic systems that can deal with ghosts....)

>He can possess mages who fallen into complete despair why? Because people in despair feels hollow inside... but he can be chased out of the body via inflicting enough magical damages.

>He like to groom his potential host first.... by mind-raping them..

> Potential Host slowly gain his eye, hair, magic color and ability as long as they are being "marked".....

Spoiler for OC stuff, can be ignored:

Last Priority Section (or Last Section), is the only department in TSAB which record and deal with ridiculous crap that no other TSAB department have to deal with (TSAB elite have better things to do than to look for a pet cat who returned from the grave)

Blacklisted TSAB members or Anybody with poor report writing skill are sent here..

Last Section Case File: Dark Matter
> Over-powered mages have been appearing Intermiddle Dimension Sports Activity Association
> by overpowered, they one-hit KO their opponent (Inflicting 99999 damages, an impossible task for mages of their age)
> It began as a rumor....That one can do such thing by making a pact with the Devil.
> Since no department in TSAB deal with Supernatural stuff, they sent in the Last Section.

Family Unfriendly Aesop?:
>No matter how much you try, you can't be as good as somebody who have both hardwork and talent....(not to mention being trained by the very best while you have to struggle to learn everything on yourself own.....)

Those were the first thoughts that entered my head. It might sound somewhat cliché, but it’s the truth.

How long has it been since Jail’s attack? A week? A month? I honestly had no idea.

Slowly, I open my eyes, though I noted that one of them feels off. The blank white ceiling of the hospital greeted me, telling me where am I and what that sound was. Sure enough, next to my bed, there’s an EKG machine. The nurses are probably alerted of my awakening by now.

I tried to sit up to take a better look around the room, but it was an arduous task. My entire body feels lethargic, and somehow I can’t really sense my arms. Sure they’re there, but it’s as if there are no sensations, no feelings there.

I received my answer when I tried to do a diagnosis scan. Not only had both of my arms and my right one were replaced with cybernetics, my Linker Core was severely damage, and it would took a while for it to recover. Thankfully, the equation for the Infinity Library search engine was still running, even though there’s no power behind it.

Huh. Somehow I’m not surprised. A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. How ironic. In trying to prove my worth, I ended up being even more useless than before.

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I could be mistaken, but the dialogue is similar to Fate unlimited Codes Saber Alter route introduction.

...I take it that I did horribly on that snippet, then...sorry...
Moved it back with the first...

For the record, you waited all of one hour midday on a Sunday for commentary before deleting it. Remember that AS is a much slower board than Beast's Lair and not everything is going to receive the same level of response at times. You have to let these things sit for a while.

And if you think you did horribly on it, then retool it and think about where you went wrong after reading it yourself a few times. A good beta can help greatly, particularly with larger stories. And have some confidence in your work. If you don't, then how are readers supposed to have confidence in your writing. Besides, when you fail, learn from those failures instead of wallowing in some sort of self-inflicted muck of despair. Sometimes you can fix a story. Sometimes you can't.

Hell, I had all sort of hopes for I Stand Alone: Aftermath and those went right out the window when it became clear that I'd screwed myself over with all sorts of angles for the story. So... I failed. And I couldn't fix it. Now I've got a better idea on how to approach a story's creation and writing by learning from that failure.

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The Art of Shipping is as profound as it is dangerous; not for the faint of heart nor the weak of will, it makes gods and devils out of us all.

For the record, you waited all of one hour midday on a Sunday for commentary before deleting it. Remember that AS is a much slower board than Beast's Lair and not everything is going to receive the same level of response at times. You have to let these things sit for a while.

...learn from those failures instead of wallowing in some sort of self-inflicted muck of despair. ...